Joseph Rodman Drake

(1795-1820 / United States)

Joseph Rodman Drake Poems

1. Written In A Lady's Album 1/3/2003
2. Song: Oh The Tear 1/3/2003
3. Song: Tis Not The Beam 1/3/2003
4. Lines To A Lady 5/15/2001
5. Song 5/15/2001
6. Lines To A Lady, On Hearing Her Sing 1/3/2003
7. Song: Oh! Go To Sleep 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet 1/1/2004
9. Lines Written In A Lady's Album 5/15/2001
10. To -- 1/3/2003
11. Lines 5/15/2001
12. Fragment 5/15/2001
13. Tennants Anster Fair 1/1/2004
14. Extracts From Leon. An Unfinished Poem 5/15/2001
15. To Eva 5/15/2001
16. To A Lady With A Withered Violet 5/15/2001
17. To A Friend 5/15/2001
18. Fragments 1/3/2003
19. Hope 5/15/2001
20. Lines Written On Leaving New Rochelle 5/15/2001
21. Niagara 5/15/2001
22. To Sara 5/15/2001
23. To Sarah 1/3/2003
24. The Culprit Fay 5/15/2001
25. The American Flag 5/15/2001
26. Bronx 5/15/2001
Best Poem of Joseph Rodman Drake


I SAT me down upon a green bank-side,
Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle river,
Whose waters seemed unwillingly to glide,
Like parting friends who linger while they sever;
Enforced to go, yet seeming still unready,
Backward they wind their way in many a wistful eddy.

Gray o'er my head the yellow-vested willow
Ruffled its hoary top in the fresh breezes,
Glancing in light, like spray on a green billow,
Or the fine frost-work which young winter freezes;
When first his power in infant pastime trying,
Congeals sad autumn's tears on the dead ...

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Tennants Anster Fair


'TIS the middle watch of a summer's night -
The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright;
Nought is seen in the vault on high
But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky,
And the flood which rolls its milky hue,
A river of light on the welkin blue.
The moon looks down on old Cronest,

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